Well, well, well, guess who called me this morning? On purpose. My father actually picked up the phone and called me. I admit that I was excited to see his name and number pop up on my cell phone. It was my father! Actually calling me!
At first, by the tone of his voice, he actually sounded like he was going to apologize to me. That excitement didn’t last too long. He quickly normalized himself and was on the extreme defense.
He said that in our previous “conversation” I didn’t mention my mother’s role in the dysfunctional household. That wasn’t true; I did mention my mother. I mentioned her so much that he commented that I seemed to understand her more than even he did. He predictably, conveniently forgot that.
Things got heated as he denied pretty much everything I said in our previous talk. Again, I told him that I expected him to deny and I was not offended or surprised by it.
Believe it or not this went on for 5 hours and 48 minutes. Much less pleasant and the call ended by the signal dropping. I’m not sure if it was him or me, but neither of us made the effort to call back and continue the call.